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Tan line on her inner thigh glistens under the bedside lamp—she didn’t expect him to walk in. Lips still wet from last night’s wineglass, now parted just enough to let his cock slip between them. No warning, no ‘oh shit’—just that slow blink and the way her fingers tighten around his shaft like she owns it. Bed creaks as he kneels between her spread legs (thighs heavy with age), but she doesn’t stir—not yet. First lick is deliberate, tongue dragging up the underside like she’s memorizing every vein before sealing those full lips around him again. Hand cups his balls through the sheets while her other arm stays stretched above her head, pretending.